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The Boots That Changed a Third-Rate Clan
Qinglong City was known as the Water City because two broad rivers curved along its eastern and western sides before joining the trade routes around the region. Stone bridges connected busy districts, and merchants relied on the rivers as much as the roads. Its martial world was small enough that one clan’s rise could dominate conversation for months.Among the local powers, Tang Clan held the strongest reputation. Its name carried weight in Qinglong, yet Tang Xu understood that such prestige had limits. Compared with the great sects of Yin Continent, Tang Clan remained a third-rate power whose influence rarely traveled beyond neighboring cities.Tang Xu was forty-five years old and had served as patriarch long enough to think in generations rather than seasons. He was known as a capable sword practitioner, but he never mistook local praise for continental fame. After clan meetings ended, he often trained late into the night, repeating
Five Million Stones for a Red Vest
Zguque Auction Hall was built to make status visible before a single treasure appeared. Ordinary cultivators filled the lower rows beneath carved wooden galleries. Clan representatives occupied broader tables closer to the central platform, while wealthy merchants and influential sect envoys sat in elevated rooms screened by thin latticework. Guo Jiang entered with Shen Jin, Nairu, and several crew members. He wore the same restrained clothing he used during travel. No jeweled belt announced wealth, and no Banxiang aura pressed against the room. One merchant glanced at them and whispered, “The young man must be accompanying that Feilong captain.” A sect representative beside him smiled faintly. “Then he chose a good seat for someone else’s attendant.” Guo Jiang heard both comments and ignored them. The auctioneer stepped onto the platform after three smaller lots had been sold. His ro
Two Continents, One Unfinished Debt
Guo Jiang remained at the bow while the recovered spirit ship turned away from the unstable intercontinental boundary.The storm still crowded the western sky, but his attention had moved somewhere much farther away. Nairu’s testimony had reopened several questions he once believed were settled.Eshera had been empty when he investigated it. The Thessul population had vanished without leaving the expected signs of annihilation. At the time, he and his companions had assumed they were seeking a new territory closer to Yin Continent.That assumption had been wrong.The strange fleet he saw after leaving Almaria had not been wandering without purpose. If Nairu’s story was accurate, the ships had carried Thessul descendants toward Vellenor.Guo Jiang’s fingers tightened once around the railing.His anger did not erupt through aura or shouted vow
The Truth Nairu Feared to Tell
The fire Phoenix had already faded, but heat still lingered above the deck in a thin layer that made the damp wind feel strangely warm.The spirit ship continued to shudder near the intercontinental boundary. Dark clouds rolled beyond the western horizon, and the three sails strained against crosswinds that did not agree with one another. Nairu and his four companions remained kneeling near the central mast, their earlier arrogance gone.Guo Jiang did not begin with punishment.He stood at the bow and looked at them in silence until Nairu’s breathing became steady enough for conversation.“Why are people from Almaria fleeing this far?”The question was simple.Nairu’s eyes shifted toward his companions. One of them lowered his head. Another tightened both hands around the edge of his robe. Their hesitation was not defiance. Guo Jiang r
The Grand Enchanter of Vellenor
“He died in war.”The five mages fell silent.Wind struck the hull, ropes groaned against the masts, and the spirit-energy engine pulsed unevenly beneath the deck. For several breaths, those sounds filled the space where Nairu’s threats had been.The younger mage stared at Guo Jiang. “How can someone on Yin Continent know the details of Almaria’s war?”Guo Jiang did not answer immediately.The practical mage looked toward Nairu, hoping their leader would produce an explanation that restored order. Nairu’s shoulders had already begun to sag. His gem-headed staff remained in his hand, but the weapon no longer pointed toward Guo Jiang.The cautious mage descended from the mast one step at a time.“Great Jorah died tragically,” the younger mage said. “He was defeated during the confl
Five Mages Beneath a Blackening Sky
“Prepare for the intercontinental boundary!” Nairu shouted. “Climb the masts and keep the sails aligned. If we lose the western current, the storm will throw us back into the desert.”The stolen spirit ship rolled beneath violent crosswinds.Dark clouds pressed low above the western Gobi Desert, while a shifting spatial route flickered ahead like a pale wound in the horizon. Three masts divided the narrow deck, leaving little room for movement. The rails offered the only protection from falling, and the cabins below provided no escape if the ship entered unstable space.Nairu stood near the central mast with a gem-headed staff in one hand.He had once served as a minor officer under a provincial Almaria lord, a position too small to command respect among great mages but large enough to teach him how authority sounded. Before weaker people, he spoke loudly and expected immediat
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